Rurouni

Running, treading the path not trod,
Under the eyes who feared and knew;
Repenting, bearing the mark he caused,
Over the sword that never slew.
Until his self-brought penitence ends,
Never will the wanderer rest
In peace and calm with good, true friends.


A/N: Because my muse for prose has not yet returned, I decided to try my hand at poetry. Since the RuroKen fandom seems to be almost synonymous with that style of writing, I didn't find it too hard to slip right into it. This is the first in a series of acrostic poetry written by me. Personally, I'm pretty satisfied with the result. Here, I tried to reflect the spirit of Kenshin's wandering. Hopefully you will agree that I was able to achieve that essence.